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... REMEMBER , I REMEMBER . SONG OF THE SILENT LAND . Into the Silent Land ! THE ONE GRAY HAIR ... The wisest of the wise THE SHEPHERD'S RESOLUTION . 238 COLMAN 241 HOOD 242 VON SALIS . ( German . ) 244 Longfellow's Translation . .LANDOR ...
... REMEMBER , I REMEMBER . SONG OF THE SILENT LAND . Into the Silent Land ! THE ONE GRAY HAIR ... The wisest of the wise THE SHEPHERD'S RESOLUTION . 238 COLMAN 241 HOOD 242 VON SALIS . ( German . ) 244 Longfellow's Translation . .LANDOR ...
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... remember , THE ROYAL GUEST .. They tell me I am shrewd with other men ; THINK ON ME . Go where the water glideth gently ever , THE LAST POET .. " When will your bards be weary . HOWE .HAMILTON 462 463 VON AUERSPERG . ( German . ) 464 ...
... remember , THE ROYAL GUEST .. They tell me I am shrewd with other men ; THINK ON ME . Go where the water glideth gently ever , THE LAST POET .. " When will your bards be weary . HOWE .HAMILTON 462 463 VON AUERSPERG . ( German . ) 464 ...
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... remember more the kiss From the little rose - red lips ; And the print of finger - tips , Left upon a broken toy , Will remind them how the boy And his sister charmed the days With their pretty , winsome ways . THOSE EVENING BELLS ...
... remember more the kiss From the little rose - red lips ; And the print of finger - tips , Left upon a broken toy , Will remind them how the boy And his sister charmed the days With their pretty , winsome ways . THOSE EVENING BELLS ...
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... remember is , friend , flocking round wine As I sate with his head twith my kences on the ground , and no voice but was pressing this Roland of mine , As I poured down . his throat our last measure of which ( the burgeses voted by ...
... remember is , friend , flocking round wine As I sate with his head twith my kences on the ground , and no voice but was pressing this Roland of mine , As I poured down . his throat our last measure of which ( the burgeses voted by ...
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... remember at Aix " -for one heard the quick wheeze Of her chest , saw the stretched neck , and staggering knees , And sunk tail , and horrible heave of the flank , As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank . So we were left ...
... remember at Aix " -for one heard the quick wheeze Of her chest , saw the stretched neck , and staggering knees , And sunk tail , and horrible heave of the flank , As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank . So we were left ...
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Page 168 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 243 - ... where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day,— The tree is living yet!
Page 172 - Stitch — stitch — stitch — In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt! "But why do I talk of Death? That phantom of grisly bone. I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep; O God!
Page 60 - Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
Page 181 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Page 89 - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Page 262 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Page 302 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Page 163 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love...
Page 308 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.